

Melting into You Melting into YouMelting into You
The wax that is my life Melts, As dreams are fulfilled ... or forgotten
And each drop of scorching wax Splatters against my body, Sears my flesh As life begins to change, Reforms Into an intricate web of unpredictable paths.
The wax cools, Hardens, The pain eases, My body now encased In a waxy shield, Impenetrable armor. And each new drop... Each dream fulfilled... Each dream forgotten... Stings less than the last.


Reflections on PostcardsThere's a place by the beach that reminds me of you It is beautiful, exciting contented and frightening But I only ever see postcards of you miles away from your company admiring the view And so this is a place where I'd rather not be cause there's not enough you and there's too much of me I wrote you a letter that I never sent because I filled it with phrases that I really meantReflections on Postcards
While defeated, alone where the waves touch the shore I trace lines in the sand and I try and ignore that the lines I am tracing keep
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This is not for you.
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Tess ,'o-)
~LPSworkshop critic
Good Poets-
~fae, ~driftwood, *xpapertigersx
My clubs-
~livingpoetsociety
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A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator the smaller the fraction.
-- Tolstoy
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A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator the smaller the fraction.
-- Tolstoy
You an Ausie an'all.
Hey man, that's ok, can't please 'em all eh!
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A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator the smaller the fraction.
-- Tolstoy
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